I don't think he had any ill will. Pinshu.com Maybe it's because Ye Qing's territory is just across the door, and he doesn't dare to show his malice.

I put down my hand and continued to squeeze people until I reached Chen Xiaoqiu's side.

I didn't answer the thin man's question before because there were so many people here that it was hard to say that I saw a ghost. The thin man didn't ask any more questions, and followed me through the crowd.

Chen Xiaoqiu wouldn't ask me what happened just now, and explained directly: "This old gentleman's son has just passed away, and a memorial service was supposed to be held today. He suddenly asked to come over and find Ye Qing, and said that he wanted to ask Ye Qing to return justice to his son and find out the cause of his son's death. In addition, he apologized. ”

"Apologize?" I don't understand.

The people crowded next to him could naturally hear Chen Xiaoqiu's words and looked embarrassed.

A man said, "The old man is delirious and talking nonsense!" ”

Chen Xiaoqiu ignored it and answered my question by himself: "It should be that when Ye Qing's family died, he said some cool things, and thought that Ye Qing was a lonely star. Chen Xiaoqiu glanced at me.

I immediately thought of Yu Xinrong.

The people of the six villages of workers and peasants have a lot of thoughts about Ye Qing. Like Yu Xinrong and the old leaders of the Gyeongju Manufacturing Bureau, they think he is troublesome, and some people think that Ye Qing may have prevented disasters for the six villages of workers and peasants, and they are happy and guilty, and there are probably some people who don't believe in evil at all and don't care about Ye Qing.

This old man should be the first kind of person, and now that his son is dead, he thinks of Ye Qing.

I suddenly had a thought: Fortunately, he didn't feel that Ye Qing's death was caused by Ye Qing.

"Hey, Lynch, come on!" Guo Yujie found me and beckoned me over.

I continued to crowd people and came to the old man's side.

"Uncle Yuan, when someone comes, he opens the door to show you, and you will know. Aoba's people are really gone, and they moved away. Guo Yujie said.

The old man and the people around him all looked at me.

A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, "You are Mr. Yuan Zhiyi?" ”

A middle-aged woman next to the old man wiped her tears, "You are Lynch who called before, right?" I'm sorry, it seems that I made an appointment to talk about the demolition today, but I didn't expect ......," she said and cried again.

Yuan Zhiyi's hand grabbed me like an iron tong, and the whole person shook and got up from the ground.

I quickly helped up.

"Open the door! I'm looking for Ye Qing! He must have a way! He's got to know it! Yuan Zhiyi screamed a little frantically.

"Grandpa, Daddy is gone!" The young girl beside the middle-aged woman cried and shouted.

Yuan Zhiyi turned a deaf ear and clung to me.

I had no choice but to take the key and go out and open the door.

Click!

The key was inserted into the lock, I didn't use any force, I just felt a force coming from the key, driving my hand to rotate, and then, I still didn't move, but the door pulled the key and pulled it out of my hand.

Squeak –

The wooden door slowly opened, and in an instant, a stream of yin qi poured out from inside.

I suddenly realized that the sixth floor of Building 6 today is completely different from the quiet and eerie atmosphere in the past, and it is really too popular.

Now, I have a familiar feeling.

The noise of human voices, cries, and even the sound of breathing disappeared in an instant.

The interior of the office is as dark as ever, and you can see the scenery inside clearly from the door, but it gives people a dark and oppressive feeling. It is as if the old building that has been in the dust for a long time has been stepped on again, and you can smell the smell of time.

Yuan Zhiyi stood still at the door of the room, staring directly at the inside of the office, no longer crying, but sweating.

The ghost beside Yuan Zhiyi couldn't help but float back for a while, seemingly frightened.

I coughed dryly, "That, Mr. Yuan, you see, there has really been no one here for a long time, and the people of Aoba should have moved away." ”

Yuan Zhiyi nodded stiffly.

I quickly reached for the door and closed it.

Click!

"Hoo ......"

Behind me was the sound of exhalation in unison, and everyone seemed to have experienced a fright.

"I'll take you downstairs." I had no choice but to take the initiative.

Yuan Zhiyi seemed to have been drained, and in just a few minutes, he had aged a lot.

His daughter-in-law and granddaughter supported him, and the rest of the family did not look back downstairs, as if a vicious dog was chasing after him.

I scratched my cheeks, secretly admiring Ye Qing in my heart. I didn't feel anything special, and then looked at the thin man, shrunk his head and brain, like a frightened bird, looked at Chen Xiaoqiu, and his face was a little pale.

"What happened just now?" I asked Chen Xiaoqiu in a low voice.

Chen Xiaoqiu glanced at me, "I felt a pressure. ”

"It should be said that it is aura." The thin man sighed.

I only felt the yin qi. Probably because I opened my yin and yang eyes.

I didn't make a sound.

A group of mermaids rushed out, saw the big sun outside, and exhaled in unison.

Yuan Zhiyi's daughter-in-law politely apologized to us, talked about it, and shed tears several times.

Director Mao and Guo Yujie persuaded her that in this regard, a few of us could not help.

I heard Chen Xiaoqiu say that Yuan Zhiyi is also willful. Everyone burned paper at home together, got on the chartered bus, and prepared to go to the crematorium. Now that Yuan Zhiyi is not making trouble, there will be no trouble.

The thin man looked complaining, "I'm afraid it's not good to talk about demolition compensation." ”

"Maybe it's better to talk about." The fat man looked at Yuan Zhiyi.

The two muttered and analyzed whether the situation of the Yuan family would be easier to demolish or more difficult.

I glanced at the ghost beside Yuan Zhiyi. Compared to before, his figure seemed to have faded a lot, and his face was even more worried.

After sending all these people from the Yuan family away, the thin man and them found a chance to ask me what I saw before. I didn't hide it.

"Then you might be able to help, Brother Qi." The fat man said.

"Look at tonight." I said without much care.

Yuan Zhiyi's son has become a ghost, and his state is still so peaceful, it is estimated that he had a good personality before his death, and he did not suffer much when he died.

That's how I thought during the day, and I didn't even take it to heart when I ran to another property owner in the afternoon.

Compared with the "game", a ghost like Yuan Zhiyi's son doesn't seem to be dangerous. Even the Jian Yang of the "Corpse Snowman" is probably more troublesome than him.

When I go to bed at night and fall into a dream, I don't feel nervous.

Until I heard a call.

"Manager Yuan, what should I do with the couple's room on New Year's Day next year?"

I got goosebumps all over my body, and I couldn't help but think of a very bad situation.

My possessed target turned around and separated me from him.

That person is the son of Yuan Zhiyi I saw, of course, now he is alive, and he is wearing a three-piece suit, or a uniform, with a nameplate pinned to his chest, which reads "General Manager Yuan Kang". I looked up at the horse sculpture standing next to Yuan Kang, and I had only one thought in my heart:

The people of the six villages of workers and peasants are really cursed, and so am I.